Everyone's Just Practice For the Next OneA Poem by Wasteofpaint666
When we fell into bed soaking wet from the
Shower and stayed until we were dry. When We hid with the lights out and watched police Cars cruise by, flashing neon. When we whispered secrets into winter air And the sunset followed us home. When we Took turns trading sips and songs and woke Up afraid to get out of bed. When I drove the car fast. Turned engine to Crushed metal. Sat in the rain until my bones Aches and I memorized the way I said your Name because I knew I wouldn’t again. When we traded handwritten letters like Children exchange valentines. When we Marked our path down forest trails and left Our heart in the woods, still bleeding. When we spent hours doing nothing or Everything. The spots we filled my car with Smoke. The nights my fingerprints graced The car windows under a streetlight. When I bled on the bathroom floor. Hung up the phone. Forgot how to say your name. Realized how often these things repeat. Realized how often I always bleed. When I sucked teeth into new flesh. Hung His jacket in my closet and called it home. Drank all the bitter wine and saw it all Happen again. Realized how these things Repeat. And I don’t know how to slow this Revolving door of summer romances and Secret kisses under street lamp gold but I have still forgotten how to say your Name. © 2015 Wasteofpaint666 |
StatsAuthorWasteofpaint666Portland, ORAboutI treat objects like women, I drink like my dad, and I'm not as cool as you think. I spend more than half my day in head. INTJ, OCD, and BAMF. more..Writing
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